“Turn me on…”
I don’t know what I want, and I know what I don’t want.
I document the changes, and change the documentation.
I demonstrate the moves, and move the demonstration.
“…And turn me up…”
I go everywhere.
I do everything.
I live forever.
“…And turn me loose…”
I live in the rush.
I am a whirlwind.
I have a empty house at the corner of today and the past.
“…I am alive…”
I never grow old.
I never grow young.
I want to move.